Well, I’ve finally reached my senior year. It seems like only yesterday I was a meek 18 year-old freshman, fresh off the plane from Georgia, feeling equally thrilled and nervous. Looking back on it I can say I had an incredible three years; the idyllic college experience. I tossed frisbees on campus, pulled all-nighters during finals week, studied abroad in New Zealand, and attended one Fordham football game (naturally, we lost). And now the end is nigh and the tension in my four-girl apartment is palpable. Senior year has introduced me to a stress I’ve never experienced before, a stress that follows me wherever I go. Our bubble is about to shatter and we are constantly reminded that we are about to enter “The Real World.”
It seems there is nothing we can do to find a way to relax. The stress is truly inescapable.
But underneath all the tension, I find myself oddly excited to face the challenges that lay ahead of me. After all, it’s my life. We’re young right now, and lucky that the only people we have to worry about are ourselves. We apply, and apply, and if we don’t succeed, apply again.
At least I know I’m still able to get discounts on delicious food while I still have my student ID. I can put my savings in my survival jar.
Adriana’s Pizzeria in Gramercy Park has a bunch of great deals for scrimping students, like the “Dorm Special,” which offers a large pie, 6 garlic knots, 6 buffalo wings, 6 mozzarella sticks, and a 2 liter bottle of soda for only $23.95. Did someone say girls’ night?!
Olivia, Fordham University 2012
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Hi. My name is Olivia and most of the time I am thinking about food. When my roommates and I stumble into our living room every morning — just after we’ve checked to make sure our turtle is still alive — we’re planning breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Things I enjoy: looking at food, smelling food, cooking food, microwaving food, talking about food, and ESPECIALLY eating food. My equal-opportunity stomach will accept food of any ethnicity, color, size (although more is more), or texture as long as it’s yummy— and therein often lies the problem. Like this past Wednesday, for example.
